The Boy In The Basement (Lashton AU)

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Ashton's POV-

Luke was fishing in his drawers, trying to find something that I could wear that would fit me decently.

"Okay, so I found these" he said as he handed me blob of clothing.

He warmed up the tub for me. When I walked in, I saw the clear water. The white restroom light made everything look white and clean.

I smiled slightly at him, he returned it with a smile of his own. "Okay I'll leave you to get in on your own alright, let me know if you need anything.", Luke smiled again reassuring me that it was okay.

He walked out, leaving me to strip out of my boxers and sweater.

I haven't had a bath since I could remember.

I dipped my dirty toes in the clear water.

Instantly, warmness filled my foot.

The water around my toe turned a shade darker. Which meant the dirt was coming off. It wasn't my skin.

I had forgotten how my body looked without the grime.

I dipped my whole body in and it felt so good.

My tensed , bruised muscles relaxed.

The bathroom was silent. Only the swish of the water in the tub was heard.

My hands ran over the water's surface.

Picking up handfuls and letting it run through my hands, cleaning them in the process.

There was a pink bar of soap which quickly made its way into my hands.

I scrubbed roughly as if I was challenging myself to try to get my skin as clean as possible.

I felt clean for once in a long time.

When I had finished washing my body I carefully drug my feet out of the bath and wrapped myself in a fluffy towel.

The clothes Luke had given me fit a little big. The sweats were half sagging, but the string fixed it.

My sweater was a little large, giving me sweater paws, but I was still grateful.

When I went outside, I saw Luke laying on his bed, looking at the ceiling.

I cleared my throat to signal my presence.

He sat up, sitting at the edge of his bed, looking intently at me.

My eyes were set around his small room it was very visible to see that Luke didn't like to clean it.

My eyes fell on Luke he was in the same position as a few minutes ago. His eyes trailed my body and features. It made me a little uncomfortable,but I knew Luke had the best intentions.

"You must be hungry..." Luke suggested, looking at my small body.

I didn't have a choice though, so I stayed silent looking down at my toes.

He sighed deeply, reaching over to touch me. I flinched.

Instead of feeling a push or pain, I felt him touch my shoulder gently.

He rubbed in circles, looking at me deeply, his eyebrows signaling a way of his thinking.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Ash."

Even if the words reasured me, I still felt unsure of things.

With Frank, I never put my guard down, so I learned to place it in my life style.

Luke gently guided me down a few steps into a large-ish room with two yellow sofas.

I clearly remember the day I first got here. I saw this room for 5 seconds, I was later shoved downstairs.

Luke lead me into the kitchen which was small and had wooden counter tops.

"What would you like eat?" Luke asked, taking a cup out of the cupboard.

He was letting me choose?

"You want me to choose?" I asked, gulping in a nervous way.

Usually, when Frank would let me chose he would get mad for me believing him making me get a beating.

Luke looked at in a bizzarded way, "Don't you choose your own food?"

I shook my head, looking down at my feet that were covered in some of Luke's big socks, making them slip off of my heels.

He put his finger under my chin and pulled my face up to meet his.

His eyes held sympathy and worry in them.

"It's okay. You chose okay? I wont hurt you." Luke whispered, running his finger over my pale cheek.

I was pale and somewhat hollow, but the way Luke delicately touched it gave the illusion of porcelain.

I looked around taking in the way the house brought in sunlight. Frank would open the window to let some air come in when I fainted during the summer since the basement would get really hot.

That hardly happened, though. It also only happened if and when he was in a good mood.

I looked over the choices he had in the cupboard.

Cereal.

Candy.

Crisps.

Coke.

Water.

I shakily, stretched out my arm to grab a hold of a bag of crisps.

When I grabbed them, I winced waiting for the hit to come. Only, it never came.

My eyes opened a little to reveal a very quiet Luke pouring water in a cup for me.

"Ashton? Wha-....when.....how long have you been down there?" Luke asked, handing me a cup of water.

I shrugged,"I'm not sure."

Luke's breath hitched. I didn't blame him, it must be hard learning about me.

He looked at me, thinking quietly again.

I didn't cry or express any emotion. If you cry, it gets worse. So, I learned to bottle in my emotions, for my own benefit.

You could say I was numb.

I chewed on each chip, silently savoring each flavor it had to offer.

What if it was my real food?

I had to make everything like it was my last because with Frank, you never know.

Luke nodded to himself, standing up, pushing in his chair, and dragged me by my hand into the living room.

He sat us on the couch and turned the telly on.

I wrapped my arms around my body in a protective way.

I grew this habit when Frank started hitting me in the stomach.

My eyes widened at the sight of the television playing a cartoon with bionic kids.

I hadn't watched TV in ages as well. It all seemed so strange to me.

It was like a sense of my freedom was back.

I was getting a taste of freedom and I liked it.

Luke gave me that freedom and with that, I was happy.

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Question:

Whats your favorite movie?

Mine is the Breakfast Club.

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